
Forgive the break from R.I.P. reviews if you will, but the mood for Bond, James Bond settled upon me the other day and I decided to finish a book I had started some time ago, From Russia With Love.
You may recall that Casino Royale, the film, was my inspiration for reading a set of books that I had never had a desire to read previously, the original 007 tales of Ian Fleming. You may also recall just how surprised I have been with the originality, depth, and quality of writing of Flemings’ work. Gone are the crazed gadgets and the tongue-in-cheek humor. These are brooding, gritty, suspenseful tales of adventure whose Cold War setting evokes a nostalgic remembrance of my own childhood, when the Cold War and the threat of attack from Russia were very real concerns.



